Purity Lost

Son’s Grudge what are you beyond these pictures placed on our walls i've seen for so long-- you are nothing from&nbsp; the bland smile you have painted-- my eyesight is clear you are a poor man&nbsp; your secrets hold lies&nbsp; and i’m left trapped in this black endless void&nbsp; you called a sanctuary but i know better-- i no longer trust you, admit that i love you for i'm a dead man-- time and time again i ponder how this space sounds when you are silent.

Perhaps You Were Lost so was i-- bewildered by the days&nbsp; somber eyes avoiding the skies dancing blue-- i wore a crown of bleeding roses&nbsp; over sobbing silver clouds&nbsp; beyond&nbsp; i walked&nbsp; towards what i mistaken as fate&nbsp; but it was nothing-- and i fell.

Hostas’&nbsp; Lungs red strokes peeling from&nbsp; the stem of Hestia's veins a fire spreading the hills&nbsp; into a purity&nbsp; turned to dust. yet i found beauty in your vanity your eyes a spell forward like a gale pressing down my trachea. i was lost-- unguided by honesty guided by lust. so when i won&nbsp; against your curse, i returned&nbsp; to my home feeling beautiful-- my lungs purified&nbsp; spreading into an imagery&nbsp; of vermillion hostas petals.

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Judith and Her Maidservant with the Head of Holofernes

The Loss of Innocence&nbsp; Exiled from the Garden of Eden Forbidden fruit lost its skin glowing from the sun’s kiss. His scales gripping against her arms into dusk. Sour satisfaction dripping down their plump puckered lips&nbsp; and the tigers roared at the sky falling. The rivers are on fire.&nbsp; And they wailed at the sight of horses running from cheetahs bathed in their hunger blades for teeth. Jophiel blew the horn. Open your innocent eyes He is here to judge.

Affliction&nbsp; I remember you stumbling like a child&nbsp; down a street you’ve forgotten&nbsp; in a place of agony-- I fear one day I will not care of the beer dancing in your glass and in another moment&nbsp; I wish to speak your name again without guilt-- When dusk bleeds&nbsp; I still see you walking&nbsp; the lights exposing you but you never notice-- In another day I wish to see you whole again-- What are you when you say-- don’t hate me don’t hate me&nbsp; because I love you.

How I Felt When I Realized You Manipulated Me there are no more faces smeared with smiles Only lies Only manipulation painted over with strokes of white to mask reality&nbsp; and replace it with compassion. then there are the browns, blacks, and rust All Divided&nbsp; slathered across the bedroom wall and dripping forming a pool of&nbsp; depraved scattered emotions interpreted as reliance and devotion.

Expulsion From the Garden of Eden

Through the Open Door there was a crow ascending in a prophecy&nbsp; of inevitable dread. past banished walls&nbsp; and a clock striking three you crawled into the open space&nbsp; of your mother’s garden.

I am a poet who creates pieces mainly exploring aspects of trauma and tragedy from childhood memories. I have a passion for writing deeper meanings in my work and masking them to let readers interpret their own ideas on what my poems are about. Writing has been a source of therapy from the social anxiety that’s struck me for years affecting my relationships with friends and family. My hope is that my poetry inspires other writers to create their own poems focusing on personal past experiences in order to be honest with themselves about their mental health.&nbsp; I am a rising senior attending Greater Hartford Academy of the Arts with a focus in Creative Writing and Visual Arts. My free time is spent writing my novel and binge reading superhero graphic novels. In 2020 I was accepted into the Wesleyans Center for Creative Youth Program with a focus in creative writing, but due to COVID-19 reasons the program was cancelled. In the future, I plan on becoming an editor as my profession along with publishing my works of novels and poetry.

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